In the Eternal Night Sea, the daylight was dim.
A vortex silently blossomed, and Chu Mo stepped out.
He steadied himself and patted his sleeves. "Heh heh, let the Eastern Sea kick up whatever fuss it likes. It has nothing to do with a mere Eternal Night cultivator like me."
He looked up and surveyed his surroundings. The air was somewhat gray and hazy.
"It isn't exactly safe around the Taboos."
Chu Mo mused to himself, Ever since last time, Xi Sang has been in a frenzy and has fought several battles with the other Taboos. For now, I'd best steer clear.
He pondered briefly, considering where to go, when something stirred in his mind. He remembered Di Yang, whom he had left to roam free for so long.
He happens to be nearby. Might as well see how this little pocket monster has developed.
With that thought, he turned his gaze eastward, and his figure slowly faded away.
Between heaven and earth lay a seemingly ordinary, barren valley.
Intricate formations nested within one another, and a formless, colorless curtain of light enveloped the surrounding wilderness. It sealed off all traces of activity within, presenting only an illusion of emptiness.
Inside the formation, however, houses stood in neat rows, and paths crisscrossed the fields. Thousands upon thousands of ordinary people had gathered here to live.
These people had rosy faces and bright, clear eyes, brimming with vitality. They were utterly different from the people outside, as though filled with hope for tomorrow.
Inside a simple building, a figure clad in Ink Armor sat in the seat of honor, listening intently to a report.
"Alliance Leader, that Daoist Mu from Incense City has ruined another major undertaking of ours. He intercepted the shipment of gold essence we secretly gathered from Northern